Tribune. In a 1920 news entitled A company, Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) features four girls decided to end the political, artistic, technical and intellectual irresponsibility of generations of women who devoted themselves to the reproduction of the Species and have modestly left to men’s walking care.
They form a secret company, a club of questioners who is responsible for investigating the places of power and the methods of his exercise. Each part inspects a territory. The first pushes the directoral office door, the second will take care of the courts of justice, the third visit of the universities, the fourth probe the arts and literature. They laugh a lot. They mock a little. They become anthropologists of male domination.
Their research is arched. They come back full of admiration for the ingenuity, the technical inventiveness, the intelligence and the courage of men. They have not produced only good books, far from it, they are contemptuous, frimets and hungry of ridiculous honors, but they are happy to sing their praise – women love to sing men’s praise, the opposite is less Proven – even if what they have observed, the spirit of competition, violence, the irresistible productive drive, worries them. And I understand them.
The return of ancestral shots
And then the unexpected happens. The war breaks out. And their merry optimism flashes. We will perish, says Cassandra very dark, asphyxiated by this uninstable activity. Because the war sweeps the changes in mentality, freedoms, cunts of utopias, fraternity. The war and destruction bring old stereotypes. It was a hundred years ago and many things have changed. No doubt about it. But not those.
It will be noted that Ukrainian women, however, take up arms. And of younger too. And on television trays, where viologists have been replaced by generals, there are some geopolitics specialists. However, with brutality, the terrible images we are assaulted refer to us to the world before. Men at the forehead and women fleeing bombs, babies in the arms.
Courageous men and women in tears. Children in tears saying goodbye to their father through a train window. We were so sure of being there anymore. For most men are afraid, of course, and most women are courageous, we know. Tied. So how to explain this return of ancestral clichés? The war occurs and our universalism breaks like the wave on the granite.
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